Jackson allowed a slow grin to play across his lips as he made his way into the dark lab. The only light was coming from the lamp that sat over Dr. House who was slumped over a pile of papers on the table in front of him.

"Just a second," Dr. House said without looking up from what he was reading. Jackson assumed the man had heard his footsteps when he came into the room.

"That's alright, I can wait a few moments longer." He said deeply, the doctors' head shot up and a look of utter confusion spread over his features as he observed Jackson in the lab coat.

"What are you doing in here?" House snapped.

Jackson merely grinned and slowly pulled out his gun from inside the lab coat he was wearing, and then leveling it with his chest he said. "Removing the obstacle, Dr. House.'

"No, look you've got the wrong-," Jackson pulling the trigger and then quickly shuffling away cut him off. When he heard the sound of people rushing towards the doctor, he fought the urge to look over his shoulder at the scene.

xXx

"Foreman!" Chase shouted as he knelt beside the injured doctor, Dr. Foreman tried to say something but it only came out a gurgle. "Lisa," she looked up from the man on the floor with wide eyes. "Go get House," Lisa nodded and quickly made her way off.

"House!" she screamed as she frantically ran through the halls of the hospital. "House!" Lisa was sure that with the police in the building and all the doctors that Dr. Foreman had gotten help. The man who had shot him might not have been caught, but that could always be handled later. Just like me.

"House!" Lisa screamed again, only this time, something grabbed ahold of her neck from behind and forced her into a nearby wall. She squeezed her eyes tightly closed.

"Why you calling for House, Leese?" her attacker rasped as he turned her so that her back was shoved against the wall. Lisa slowly reopened her eyes, shocked by who she saw looking down at her.

" Jackson," she whispered, "What are doing here?"

Jackson clicked his tongue, "And here I thought that much was obvious."

"Please, Jackson," Lisa pleaded, "Just let me get help. I'll go with you, but let me get help."

"It's too late, Lisa, he's dead, he's not going to come to save you. Though I don't think he would even he was still alive." He grinned wickedly and loosened his grip on her throat so she could talk more easily.

Lisa took a deep breath closed her eyes for a long moment before she answered him. "You're lying."

"Oh, no I'm not, Leese, I shot him point blank. If you don't believe me why don't ask your new boyfriend?!" he emphasized the word boyfriend by pulling her away from the wall and then slamming her back into again, only harder then the first time. "You know I had put it past you not to act like some cheap prostitute off the streets, but I guess I was wrong, huh Lisa?" Jackson said harshly into her ear as she withered in his grasp. A slow smile spread across his lips as he felt her whole body tremble and shake against his.

"What are you talking about?" she finally managed.

"I'm talking about you're little lunch date with Dr. Chase," he lovingly caressed the curve of her hip and pulled his head away so that he could see her face. "Or have you forgotten already?"

"Look," Lisa's voice shook, "You're over reacting."

Anger flashed through his eyes and he tightened his grip on her throat. "I'm overreacting? Will I still be overreacting when I slit his throat?" He felt Lisa shake her head as best she could and he knew that she was begging him not to hurt him. "How about when I gut him right in front of you, eh? Nice and slowly right and front of you while you scream and cry, all the while knowing that it's all your fault."

Somewhere behind Jackson, Lisa heard the small sound of something moving quickly through the air and the next thing she knew, Jackson slumped to the ground unconscious. She stood there, frozen as she looked down at his body. Her breaths were coming in gasps.

Lisa saw feet shift next Jackson's body and she looked up. "Thank you," she said to House's panting form.

"Please, I couldn't let him take you out of the hospital yet, I still have to diagnose you." He said tossing a blue ball to her. She caught it, smirking.

xXx

"Why are we keeping him in here? He shot Foreman; we should bring him to the police." Cameron complained as Lisa and Chase carried Jackson Rippner into House's office, dropping him on the floor in front of the white board.

"We're going to go get the police," Lisa snapped, obviously tired of her winning.

Cameron took a step back, having been taken aback by this usual quit woman snapping at her abruptly. Lisa cocked her head smugly and crossed her arms as House and Chase exited the room. "How is Foreman doing?" Lisa said as the smugness on her face melted away.

"He's being wheeled into surgery, he's doing fine." She said after regaining her thoughts.

"But he's not dead?"

"No," Cameron shook her head, "Most certainly not dead."

"That's good," Lisa nodded. Her curls bouncing up and down around her face and shoulders. "When he get's up, can you tell him I'm sorry?"

Cameron wrinkled her eyebrows at her as Lisa slowly shuffled towards the door. " Where are you going?"

Lisa stopped and looked over her shoulder; Cameron caught a glimpse of the tears in her eyes. "I can't be here any more, had I not been transferred to this hospital, Foreman would have never been shot."

"You can't blame yourself for that."

"I'm sorry, I have to go…" With that, Lisa opened the door and ran from the office.